Dead End


Most certainly I hope to live to be a hundred, plan to – but in real-life experience – we know those chances are slim.

My first paid job was sweeping the floors of my fathers welding shop (Southwest Welding). I wasn’t taken there to weld, my job was to work hard and observe – that’s kinda been my track through life. Work hard, observe, and apply.

This is simply a page that I will hide under a much earlier date and work to prepare some final words; but in case of a sudden exit.

Its all been good, and a luxury to have the life-experience opportunity that I have had.

real-time considerations; because Life can be too short.


“The best time; – is right now!”tgh




A Little more…..



The last day of my surprise visit to Dad’s was good with a couple rides in his truck of fifty-years past.  Other than that it was a normal time just ‘hanging’ around his place listening to him recount past memories.  W.T. Haynie loves to talk, and he loves showing/pondering on and speculating about each piece of his “stuff” all mechanical in nature and hence the connection to this old truck.

Later in the afternoon as while sitting on lawn chairs out near the truck, three very large birds flew over – Dad looked up, and then made some sort of ‘Tarzan’ bird call.


To my surprise the birds circled, dropped, and walked right over to us – evidently he has been feeding them since they were chicks (Sand Hill Cranes) and they continue to come back for more.


So that’s about it, a fine visit because after a vehicle accident of his own – and having to give up driving (major change for Dad) – the year has been tough.


With it all he seems to be doing pretty doggone well – proud, and tough as a bulldog – he’s even got a growl like one, even though I didn’t hear it once on this particular trip to Florida……..


WT Haynie 1926-2010.

Trip to Dad’s

Ok, with the help of JP and Melissa (I used their truck/car trailer) I was able to take the old pickup that Dad once owned, the 800 miles to see my him (WT Haynie).  He expected my visit, but not the surprise that sat on my trailer.

My first plan was to drive it up to his house, but as I neared figured that I would simply back the trailer with the truck just outside of his sliding glass door where he begins each day viewing the world and contemplating direction.  This was the better plan.

So at 7am (and hoping that he would soon be in his chair) I made it to the house and parked it quietly outside of his door – after 50 years, this truck had unexpectedly returned into his world.

Morning view

It was kinda neat because as I stepped out of the tow vehicle (he was at the table) I could heard him hollering to someone else in the house to  “come-look!, come-look at this!!!”  I figured he either had an eyebrow hair that needed pulled or had indeed noticed his old truck – it was a good sound; and one of surprise.



As I looked in from outside I didn’t see a grumpy man of 82 taking his morning punch at the changing world outside, but I saw smiles and through out the day heard lots of seldom used chuckle’s – as a matter of fact it was that way the entire visit.

I’m not sure how it would be for any of us to see the same vehicle that we had owned and cared for FIFTY YEARS earlier, but I can tell you that as a mechanical-minded person; it meant alot to my father.

We took several rides that day,  even drove it over to several of his local friends places of business (they had Hot-Rod projects too) and swapping stories of years and cars past.  Dad would always begin by saying “I told you I had one,” and how he had traded that riding mower (which had thrown him off) for it in 1959.


Told you I had one....


Dad had stories about it all day…….(how he once used it to buy/sell Cadillac engines, how he ran it for two weeks without water (he would just stop and visit with a friend as it cooled – then go on, returning the same way) how he mixed concrete in the back of it after Hurricane Donna) and so on ……. even made me go get the neighbor immediately next door (rebuilding a later model pickup) so that he could tell his stories once again.

It was an active day for Dad right up until dark, at which time he was worn out (for good reason) and in bed by eight – all was very good.



Wasn’t a bad day for me either – plus I even found time (during his noon siesta) to take a ride to the nearby marina and walk the docks.

One more day in “Boca-Boca” (all the Seinfield facts are true) and I’ll head home……..

(a little more on the visit)